Al Filo De Un Cuchillo
Enrique Bunbury
On the Edge of a Knife
The rules of the game are
To fall and rise
And wait for a sign
When night falls
It's the material I use
The seeds I sow
It's the breeding ground
And the boiling point
It's the place I belong
The total security
On the edge of a knife
Every lesson learned
Deserves the price paid
The hand that feeds me
Is the hand that will strike me
Circumstances are what they are
At the right moment
I am not the one who decides
What the clock marks
It's the place I belong
The total security
On the edge of a knife
I don't know how to be silent
I only obey
What I have to say
On the edge of a knife
I keep building a bridge head-on
While we cross it and take steps
And we move away from the starting point
Further every day more at night than during the day
More truth than lie
It's the place I belong
The total security
On the edge of a knife
I don't know how to be silent
I only obey
What I have to say
On the edge of a knife
